badbye | Namjoon x reader

6: Be

The building wasn't exactly as extravagant as you pictured it would be. Grey stone walls with protruding greenery meandering out of the delicate cracks. The wooden entrance door had brown paint which was faded and desperately in need of retouching. Squinting, you double checked that this was the right address.

It was.

Now what?

He had told you to 'do what Rohito says'.

What does that even mean?

Looking around, you didn't see anyone in the streets at all. In fact, you wondered if you had been set-up because this was definitely not a place where a multi-millionaire superstar idol rapper would be basing himself. The shop opposite looked as if it were stuck in the 1970s, selling old records and newspapers. An old man was watching you curiously as he sat, like a wet rag, smoking a cigarette on the doorstep.

Nervously, you fumbled around in your bag and pulled out your own pack of cigarettes. As you placed one delicately upon your lips and lit it, you smiled as you remembered how he absolutely despised you smoking.

"Why would you deliberately inhale all of those toxins?" he would tut as he shuffled backwards away from you. You leant up the wall, feeling the rough texture of the bricks on your naked shoulders where your cardigan had slipped down. It made your back itch.

"I need the toxins to help me deal with the stress you give me," you retorted, winking at him sarcastically and giggling.

He looked playfully shocked and flashed his big puppy-dog eyes at you. The embers from your cigarette began to tickle and the smouldering tip began to burn dangerously close to your fingers. The cigarette was of no interest to you anymore because he held every ounce of your attention. You couldn't take you eyes off him; he was so handsome. He warmly looked back at you, dimple popping out and eyes disappearing in his smile as he bashfully tried to hide how happy he was.

"Stress? Surely I'm a relaxant? Besides, you're going to BURN YOURSELF!!" he responded as he quickly reached out to your arm and flicked the cigarette out of your hands.

"Yah! Such a pabo," he softly said as he brushed the grey ashes from your fingers gently and with care. His touch was soft and you looked at him, doe-eyed with such wonder. His was very close to you at that moment and all you wanted was for him to kiss you.

But he didn't. Namjoon was incredibly shy when it came to such things. In all the months you'd known him, he'd never actually kissed you.

The memory faded with your gaze fixed upon the embers of the cigarette, slowly fading, burning out on the cold pavement...

Was that what you were to him? Feelings that burned brightly but were slowly extinguished by cold reality?

"Hello? Excuse me?" came a deep voice in a thick Japanese accent. You blew smoke away from the stranger, over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of the old-shop man watching intently.

"Huh?" you clumsily responded.

"Rohito-ssi."

He bowed deeply.

You immediately dropped your cigarette and stamped on it with the ball of your foot, smushing it under your sneakers. This was who Namjoon told you to meet. He didn't say your name, just took out a bag of honey almonds and offered you some.

"Um, no thanks. I don't like them," you declined as you looked awkwardly at him.

Rohito looked embarrassed and slowly folded the packet over, hiding them in the inside pocket of his crisp black suit.